31 March 2003 ~ Guests of the laundry room...

This morning, I was woken up by the announcement that there would be several guests staying temporarily in the laundry room. Jake and I were requested to ensure that the dog did not get into the laundry room to disturb them.

The guests, you see, are chinchillas.

Jake got up a few minutes later to go to the bathroom and check on the chinchillas. He returned with a very bright, pleased look on his face...

"How're you doin?" I asked him.

"Good," he replied, smiling and climbing back into bed, snuggling in and closing his eyes.

"Good!" I said.

"I was singing to the chinchillas. They're so cute, and they have such big eyes."

"You were... singing... to the chinchillas?"

"Yeah..."

"Um... what did you sing?"

"I can't remember now... I was just singing about how I hope they're not too inconvenienced by having to stay here for a little while, and that I hope they enjoy their stay, and stuff like that..."

"SINGING?"

"Uh-huh..."

"To the CHINCHILLAS...?"

"Mfff."

And Jake was back asleep. I kissed him and rolled my eyes. I don't suppose a person could be luckier in love than to have an almost-spouse who gets up in the morning to SING to chinchillas... I'm tempted to get off the computer and taunt him about his display of non-badassedness. But I'm still not feeling so well, and neither is he, so I think I'll just smile to myself and go greet the chinchillas.

Love,
~Helena*